DEN OF THE ALPHAS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde Page B

tonight, I thought I’d make the introductions. I trust I’m leaving them in good hands?”
     
    Erick, as she called him, stepped forward to scrutinize us. I became aware of how silly I must have looked to this rugged, stern stranger, but that faded away as I became entranced with just how attractive he was. He couldn’t have been more than a few years older than us, but there was something about his presence, more than just the way he held himself. His penetrating eyes slid from my face to Jess’ and back, and he turned to Angela again. I barely even noticed that they were a piercing green color, with a very faint glow.
     
    “I’m not convinced,” he grumbled to her. “You’re having us babysit?”
     
    Crossing her arms in a huff, our hostess soured considerably. “You owe me. I brought you these two on a silver fucking platter. Show these two a good time, and see to it that they return all the better for it. I know you’ll enjoy it just as much as they do.”
     
    At the word silver , he winced lightly. Erick gazed upon us again, and I fought the temptation to turn to Sam and nonverbally hint that we needed to go. “If that’s what you want, then sure. The boys and I will take real good care of these two. What are your names?”
     
    I swallowed my fear. “Kim.”
     
    “Sam,” I heard, in a meek voice.
     
    Erick’s stoic face gradually spread in a smile, as he scrutinized us briefly again. He seemed to notice something he didn’t the first time, as his very eyes seemed to light up. “Yes, I think I see now. Alright, Angela. We’ll show these two the proper respect.” He turned to regard us. “Are you girls ready to save your little vacation from the brink of crushing disappointment?”
     
    Before we could answer, the two idle chatters had wandered into sight on either side. Grinning wickedly, the oddest thing began to happen…emanating suddenly with a glow, they both dropped to all fours, their bodies swelling and bursting with fur. Samantha and I both jumped with a slight mutual shriek as they transformed before our very eyes, and all of a sudden we were confronted with a pair of bears!
     
    “Oh my god, you guys are fucking shifters! ” Sam laughed in embarrassment. “Angela, why didn’t you tell us? We had no idea!”
     
    Angela and Erick threw back their heads and laughed affectionately as the bears transformed back. “Oh, I thought you’d appreciate the surprise.” She turned to address me coyly. “Don’t worry. Erick and his gang here don’t bite. Well, much .”
     
    I had never seen a shifter either, although I’d heard the stories. My eyes were still bugged out when they turned and chuckled warmly at me. “You brought us to a shifter club? I didn’t even know Pensacola had one!”
     
    Erick smiled, a slight slyness to his grin. The room had already warmed considerably, and I could see that even the card players had paused their game and were watching with a sincere curiosity. “We like to keep it that way. Florida still ain’t too friendly to our kind, so when we pass through, we like keep to ourselves. I happen to be a partial owner in this little establishment, so I had this back area built and set aside for when I bring my pack through. Hence the name, as it were.”
     
    Club Lunar , I thought to myself. Of fucking course. I just thought it was some pretentious name for the Millenials, but hot fucking DAMN, there’s a shifter bar tucked away in here!
     
    Erick turned to Angela again, who was checking the time on her phone. “You’re gonna have to overlook my poor judge of character. Your little birds are going to be a-ok.”
     
    “Excellent. I’ve gotta get going…have to meet with the emissary from the Everglades pack in an hour,” she frowned. “Getting tired of the runaround with those assholes. They think they’re hot shit because they live in the fucking swamps?”
     
    Erick laughed. “Don’t be too hard on them…not the brightest bunch of bears